[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Up! Up! And Hopefully Not Down...
Sept 14, 2018 21:17:56 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Sept 14, 2018 21:17:56 GMT -5
Episode: 2.5 | Week: 2 | Day 5
((OOC Note: This is a re-hash of an older thread that was an opener for a new character that never got completed. The initial few posts will mostly be the same, just making it Carbine and Miko time now however!))
This was great!
It didn't matter how good of a day this had turned out to be. It didn’t matter how earlier he laughed and had a lot of fun, it didn’t matter how things were on an upswing, because on the other side of that he had a feeling that trouble was looming just over the horizon due to events the last couple weeks. It smoldered like a distant fire, creeping steadily closer on the horizon... but... he managed to avoid it as long as he had thus far, and he planned to continue to do it as long as possible.
This outing was just one more act of avoidance.
The Eurocopter was not a silent alt-mode in the slightest, its engines roared, the rotors hacked noisily through the air... it announced itself plainly, and that was putting it lightly. But despite this noise, despite the rumbled growl, Miko would be able to experience a one of a kind flight as it ripped over the desert landscape at about a hundred or so miles per hour. On paper it sounded like a lot, but when they were up so far above the ground, things seemed to slow down. Perception skewed. Whatever the case, it really was good practice, and would steadily work to boost the mech's confidence in his flying abilities, especially since he was pushing himself a bit to show off to his passenger.
It was weird having a human inside your interior. Anyone can somewhat imagine it; they can try to envision just what it has to feel like, or the weirdness that it can create, but in the end? There was nothing that quite encapsulated just how bizarre it was to have something living inside of an Alt-mode form. Carbine couldn't even compare it to his Cassette. It didn’t matter that he could feel the canine's forelegs as they latched deep into his back panels, or all the connectors and attachments that fused their frame together... it didn’t even compare to the dog wiggling, wanting out of his dock. NOPE. Miko squirming around was truly alien and he didn't know how he felt about it yet.
Whatever the case, Carbine's Holoform was sitting beside Miko in the main seat, having learned that lesson not long ago about having one always present even if you didn't think someone should be able to see them. The human's shape however, was not actively controlling the helicopter, but was instead leaning as far back in the chair as he could, one leg lazily propped up so that a heel clipped onto the edge of the seat. His arms were loosely crossed over his chest, while a black visored pilot's helmet crooked to look over at her from the corner of his gaze.
"Remember to keep͜ an ̕éy̶e ͏óut̵ ͘for m-metal crap."
The man's voice glitched and popped as he spoke through the headset, a steady hum of the engine muting out some of the clicks that were made due to his issues. While this could be seen as a bit of a joy ride, it also had another purpose, and that was to look for any Cybertronian metal that may have broken off a shuttle when it careened down to the Earth. So many new members to the team crashed in Nevada, that they had to be careful and scan over the land with a fine tooth comb to remove any sign of their existence, less MECH or the Cons exploit it.
As they turned gradually to keep scanning, Carbine's attention shifted somewhat from business, a bit of a smile heard in his next words.
"So th-this everythi̕ng y͞o̶u hơp̡e͠d?"
((OOC Note: This is a re-hash of an older thread that was an opener for a new character that never got completed. The initial few posts will mostly be the same, just making it Carbine and Miko time now however!))
But also awful...
He was getting practice in!But possibly endangering a human...
Miko was having fun!That didn’t matter...
This was a mixed bag of emotions.
It didn't matter how good of a day this had turned out to be. It didn’t matter how earlier he laughed and had a lot of fun, it didn’t matter how things were on an upswing, because on the other side of that he had a feeling that trouble was looming just over the horizon due to events the last couple weeks. It smoldered like a distant fire, creeping steadily closer on the horizon... but... he managed to avoid it as long as he had thus far, and he planned to continue to do it as long as possible.
This outing was just one more act of avoidance.
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The Eurocopter was not a silent alt-mode in the slightest, its engines roared, the rotors hacked noisily through the air... it announced itself plainly, and that was putting it lightly. But despite this noise, despite the rumbled growl, Miko would be able to experience a one of a kind flight as it ripped over the desert landscape at about a hundred or so miles per hour. On paper it sounded like a lot, but when they were up so far above the ground, things seemed to slow down. Perception skewed. Whatever the case, it really was good practice, and would steadily work to boost the mech's confidence in his flying abilities, especially since he was pushing himself a bit to show off to his passenger.
It was weird having a human inside your interior. Anyone can somewhat imagine it; they can try to envision just what it has to feel like, or the weirdness that it can create, but in the end? There was nothing that quite encapsulated just how bizarre it was to have something living inside of an Alt-mode form. Carbine couldn't even compare it to his Cassette. It didn’t matter that he could feel the canine's forelegs as they latched deep into his back panels, or all the connectors and attachments that fused their frame together... it didn’t even compare to the dog wiggling, wanting out of his dock. NOPE. Miko squirming around was truly alien and he didn't know how he felt about it yet.
Whatever the case, Carbine's Holoform was sitting beside Miko in the main seat, having learned that lesson not long ago about having one always present even if you didn't think someone should be able to see them. The human's shape however, was not actively controlling the helicopter, but was instead leaning as far back in the chair as he could, one leg lazily propped up so that a heel clipped onto the edge of the seat. His arms were loosely crossed over his chest, while a black visored pilot's helmet crooked to look over at her from the corner of his gaze.
"Remember to keep͜ an ̕éy̶e ͏óut̵ ͘for m-metal crap."
The man's voice glitched and popped as he spoke through the headset, a steady hum of the engine muting out some of the clicks that were made due to his issues. While this could be seen as a bit of a joy ride, it also had another purpose, and that was to look for any Cybertronian metal that may have broken off a shuttle when it careened down to the Earth. So many new members to the team crashed in Nevada, that they had to be careful and scan over the land with a fine tooth comb to remove any sign of their existence, less MECH or the Cons exploit it.
As they turned gradually to keep scanning, Carbine's attention shifted somewhat from business, a bit of a smile heard in his next words.
"So th-this everythi̕ng y͞o̶u hơp̡e͠d?"